Death Inside Praise (Warped Tour Fanfic)

"we're offering your band a contract with Vans Warped Tour for 2014." I hear at the end of the other line, and i almost drop my new phone in surprise.

"No way! for real?" I ask excitedly as i set down my sandwich and pause the tv.

"Yes for real. pack your bags, you leave today at 8pm for Maine." The man says, hanging up the phone, leaving me speechless.

i set my phone down for a moment, and start screaming, running through the house as fast as i can to blow off steam. When i'm done doing that, i sit down, and pick up my phone, texting a group message to my bandmembers:

me: oh my god guys, WE GOT OFFERED A CONTRACT FOR WARPED!!!! BE READY AT 7:30, WE LEAVE FOR MAINE!!!!

i hit send, and run upstairs to pack my suitcase with everything i need.

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I race downstairs, my suitcase rolling down behind me, and i grab my sandwich.

"relax Amber, we won't be late. Just think of meeting Kellin Quinn, and i'm sure we'll get there in time. hell maybe even a little early with how much you'll speed." Allen says behind me as i stalk towards the door.

Allen is our main singer, unless it's a song by a girl, because then Beanstalk is the singer.

Allen is always joking, deep sea green eyes and shaggy dark brown hair, big crooked grin making it hard to tell if he will ever be serious about anything except music.

Beanstalk is the loud one out of the bunch, making it hard for me to remain in my shy and quiet normalicy. she is basically the total opposite of me, she's super tall, she's built perfectly with nice curves and a super hyper personality. She has light brown hair and dark blue eyes.

Me, i'm pretty short (not midget short), i've got a long torso, and medium legs. i have curves, but i wear baggy shirts that make me look like i'm in an A cup, so the only thing guys notice is my bum, which i've been told is really nice. As i said, i'm the shy quiet one around strangers, but once i'm put in a room with Beanstalk or Allen, i get all crazy and loud.

Last but not least, theres Zain, with a shock of white spikes, and majorly dark eyes. To everyone he's the most intimidating of us all, but i've been told i give one scary glare when i'm pissed.

only two of us have nicknames, and that's me and Beanstalk. Beanstalk's nickname is just that: Beanstalk. Her real name is Allison, and i'm the only one who has the privilage to call her Beanstalk. I myself have two nicknames. The boys call me Medusa, because of said glare. Beanstalk is the only one who is allowed to call me Shortcakes.

Beanstalk and i went to a private school in Australia, and we've been best friends ever since i can remember. in high school, we started these nicknames, and pretty soon, they stuck. We were never the most popular or the prettiest, not even super models (which there were plenty of in the private school we went to), but we got the best grades.

We were the oddballs of that school, and soon, we got kicked out by majority rule, so we decided to find a public school in England, where we finally met Allen. He was, believe it or not, a nerd before we got to him.

See, he was story book nerd, suspenders, checkered shirts, and giant glasses. We wore skinny jeans, band tees, and had overly colored long hair. When he met us, he started following us everywhere, and finally when he realized we paid no attention to him, did he change his look entirely.

about two months in, he came to school one day, and no one recognized him for who he was. girls stared and made sexual comments about him within earshot, and thats when we noticed him.